I think about Danny every single day, but I try not to think about the day I found out he was killed. I am only 28 years old and I have already experienced the worst day of my entire life. Who really wants to revisit that? The one … Read More

I bought a journal specifically to be used as my “grief journal” after Jeremy passed. On the cover it reads “The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears” It began to mock me.
Regardless, I wrote in it on numerous hopeless nights. My feelings sprawled openly and desperately in this book looking for some release. I … Read More

The weeks leading up to the day of my husband’s death were pure insanity. Just two weeks before he died, I was busy packing up our home and preparing to move in with his parents for 4 months while Tony was studying for the Mississippi bar exam. He had recently graduated from law school and had accepted a federal … Read More

I went to overcoming obstacles to help encourage a friend. I know that I was sluggish but had no idea how stuck I was. It was about 2 1/2 years after my husband’s death. The weekend with AWP has jump started my life. I thought I was doing pretty well…but I was stuck. Too much to do,too many excuses, too … Read More

The first time I met girls from the AWP it was 4 months after I lost my husband. They were the first widows I had met within 20 years of my age. We were in New Orleans on a service trip to help rebuild homes. That weekend is what inspired me to go back to school for Social Work. I … Read More